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I don't know why, but I have always been slightly partial to the color pink. I mean even today, I will try to buy things that have pink in them before I buy any other color. Don't get me wrong, my entire room is not colored pink, and my entire wardrobe is not one color (although it is god awful!), but seriously, I have 4 bottles of nail polish and one of them is pink, and it smells like cotton candy. I have never been any where near girlie. I don't wear cute clothes, I don't have any "FLIRT" bumper stickers stuck to my mirror, I don't even like N'Sync, but for some odd reason, that color pink keeps me forever connected to those cool kids with their belly buttons pierced. (Man, they are SO hard core, how am I gonna keep up?) This piece was not meant to proove a point or even share any aspect of my life with you, but I just felt that I needed to admit my secret love affair with the color pink...
The category that I have posted this "poem" under is (gulp) Acceptance and Obsession. ...I need help...
I think it's healthy that you came out and told the world of your...pink fetish. I have experienced a life long struggle with the color, myself. So perplexing...how could one color say so much?! How can it represent a whole way of thinking, a way of life? That strange shade...not quite red, not quite orange, not quite purple. It seems to be the middle ground. A soft, rosy medium connecting society. For too long I loathed the color pink...but now I know it was not disdain, but more of a fear of what it could mean and do and create. Ah, the power of pink.
"PINKO" It was rather Uh hum "pink" darlin........??????? I think I'm going to like you. Patrick
Ja, you are not alone. Selby and I seem to have that same problem. And I have to admit that I now own a few pink shirts. Always makes me feel like a different person...